Emerald bliss,
uplifting grin,
unkempt, raven hair, dark as midnight.
He who promised, he who pledged to avenge. He who vowed the extinction of vampires through a challenge. In this outrageous place they call their world, he merely abides in slithering revenge.
And so, he ran. As far as his feet would go. Yelling and praying, knowing that his dearly beloved are bleeding. The desperate echoes of despair. And the blistering snow, biting on his bare feet, as he fell.
An offer in hand. An offer he will take. He who pledged to be the one to eliminate.
Never underestimate.
Through a world, oh so cruel, you'd be a fool to judge. You'd be a fool to undermine his demonic touch. You could only understand so much; so as he marks his word, watch his sword.
His cuts are strife. A heart so blackened, yet, blooming with life.
He who promised. The vampires, he will kill.
Yuichiro Hyakuya, will be the one to fulfill.
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𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉 || ♛
שיריםsᴇʀ∙ᴀᴘʜ /'serəf/ ɴᴏᴜɴ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟɪᴄ ʙᴇɪɴɢ; ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀʀᴅᴏʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʀɪᴛʏ, ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄʜʀɪsᴛɪᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟᴏʟᴏɢʏ _______________________________ A 'Seraph of the End' short poetry book. (2018)
